She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 348: Cheyenne, Do You Think I'm Cute? At night, the lights were off in a room on the second floor. Cheyenne, after staring into space for a couple of seconds, finally remembered that this room belonged to Omari. But he had left yesterday.

The villa now seemed quite empty. When the wind blew in from outside, it lifted the heavy curtains, giving the place a somewhat desolate feel.

Even though she found Omari a bit annoying when he was around, at least it was livelier. He would always entertain her with bizarre cases he had encountered in his career. Cheyenne and Iker were both reserved. At the moment, Cheyenne was engrossed in her medical text, while Iker held a romance , completely absorbed. When Cheyenne looked over, she wasn't sure if it was a trick of the light, but Iker's eyes seemed... red? 'Master Iker, I never thought you would be such a sentimental person.' Iker's lips twitched, and a slightly embarrassed expression appeared on his usually composed face. Luckily, in the warm yellow light, Cheyenne didn't notice it.

He cleared his throat and tried to appear nonchalant. 'Are you joking? I've been on the battlefield and seen countless farewells. How could I possibly cry over a melotic Mary Sue story?' He said it seriously, but Cheyenne couldn't help but chuckle twice.

Just as the awkwardness settled in, Tanner returned, breaking the atmosphere and secretly relieving Iker. Not only did Tanner return, but also with Cheyenne's entourage, Dominic and Monkey. They were dressed in peculiar women's clothing, and when they suddenly appeared in front of Cheyenne, it left her dumbfounded. A hint of surprise appeared on her face, followed by a burst of laughter.

Monkey was passable; being young, his features were still delicate, and he could pull off a high school girl's uniform.

But seeing Dominic, she felt like vomiting.

Dominic was wearing low-cut, ruffled floral top, paired with a deep green sequin hip-hugging skirt, pink lace leggings, and white foam-soled sandals. The exposed insteps were both thick and dark, with the added touch of bright red nail polish.

Noticing Cheyenne's stares, Dominic blushed and, with a 'shy' gesture he learned, raised his fists cutely, blinking his eyes, and asked, 'Cheyenne, do you think I'm cute?' 'Ugh!' Tanner couldn't hold back and covered his mouth, rushing towards the direction of the trash bin.

Cheyenne's lips twitched. She walked up to Dominic, raised her tiptoes, patted his shoulder, and answered his question mockingly, 'I didn't see the cute side of you, but you look quite seductive.' Seductive? Dominic was momentarily stunned. He had read numerous issues of the fashion magazine, and this outfit, he believed, was comparable to Paris Fashion Week! Iker, after a glance at Dominic's feet, turned away. Unfazed, he ordered, 'Tanner, take them upstairs to remove the makeup first.' 'Yes.' Monkey smiled politely at Tanner and said, 'Thank you, Tanner,' before following him upstairs.

Dominic seemed reluctant to change. After living for twenty-two years, he just realized how convenient it was to wear skirts. He just needed to lift the skirt for the bathroom without worrying about dripping onto underwear. If Cheyenne knew about his inner lascivious thoughts, she would definitely roll her eyes at him.

After a moment, Dominic, now back in his masculine attire, finally made Cheyenne's eyes more comfortable. She picked up the purple clay teapot from the table, took a cup, and poured tea for herself. Dominic felt a bit overwhelmed and awkwardly scratched the back of his head. 'Uh... you don't have to bother, Cheyenne. It's a bit of trouble.' With that, he reached out respectfully.

But Cheyenne, with her legs crossed, sipped her tea without paying him any mind. Finally, she licked her own rosy and dry lips, looked at him with a puzzled expression, and raised her delicate eyebrows, 'Pour it yourself!' His hand hung awkwardly in the air. He lowered his head, smiling foolishly.

'Alright, let's talk about what you found in your investigation,' Cheyenne said, placing the teacup on the table. The rhythmic and dull sound of her delicate fingers tapping the table echoed like a drumbeat, penetrating deep into one's heart.

Dominic quickly pulled out his phone, opened the gallery, and found a suspicious figure near Soar Casino. He handed the phone to Cheyenne.

'Cheyenne, I took a picture of this suspicious person near Soar Casino. Take a look.' 'Oh?' Curious, Cheyenne took his iPhone, glanced at the screen, and her pupils slightly dilated.

Wasn't this Granduncle? How could he be near Soar Casino?

She was familiar with the black robe - the sone he wo wore that day at the Foley mansion, fight down to the silver-gray edge on the hood. She handed back the phone, her expression serious as she continued to question Dominic, 'Any other discoveries?'

Dominic nodded and nudged Monkey with his elbow. Monkey quickly put down his tea cup, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a piece of paper. 'This is a diary I found in their management office drawer when I infiltrated. It mentions Aidan and Mr. K, so I tore it out.' But Monkey couldn't understand the numbers and letters written on it. Iker, curious, leaned in.

Sensing warmth on her face, Cheyenne subconsciously turned around. Iker's lips lightly brushed against her smooth and tender cheek.

'Uh!' A surprised muffled sound, coming from Tanner, with a hint of hidden joy.

Two synchronized gasps, from Dominic and Monkey.

Master Iker, you're truly fortunate; you actually kissed Cheyenne. This beautiful scene was too dreamlike for them to contemplate...

Iker hadn't expected it to happen so coincidentally. His face turned red first, and his charming eyes showed vel ahint of surprise and shyness. He quickly stood up to apologize, 'Miss Lawrence, I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional. In fact, I...' It was also his first tkissing a woman.

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